A Weekend To Remember Part 3 (Conclusion)

Part 3:
Brooke’s House.


I watched as Brooke got her clothes back on. She put her bra back on, having to slightly squeeze her boobs together to fit them in. Then she turned around, and bent down to pick up her shirt, and I got a full view of her ass. I could even see her anus, and I thought of how nice it would be to stick my cock in there.
She then pulled her skin tight shirt over her head, but I didn’t notice, still eyeing her ass. Then she bent over yet again. This time I couldn’t resist, and as I had a boner already, I slide my penis inside her ass. She jumped slightly in surprise but then she turned her head a little and smiled mischievously.
I started riding her up the ass, as if I hadn’t came twice in the last hour. It was so warm and nice in there, that I felt like my dick was going to explode in pleasure every second. She was still bent over from when I surprised her, so I put both hands on either side of her waist, and started going twice as fast. She started moaning, a little too loudly, but I kept going on her.
Then she stood up, making my dick come out of her anus, but still between her cheeks. She turned around, kissed me full on the mouth, and instructed me to go on my knees. A little disappointed, as I was having so much fun inside her ass, I knew I was going to give her oral. But it never happened. I was on my knees, and she laid flat on the floor. Then she put her legs on my shoulders, on either side of my head, and braced her hands on the ledge of the shower door, sat down on the floor, and told me to fuck her in the ass.
This was the weirdest position I had never dreamed of doing, and I hadn’t seen it in any type of porno before so I was mystified. But even so I agreed and aimed my dick at her anus. As it entered and I started fucking her, I found it was a lot easier to use more force and speed. She quickly grabbed a towel from beside it and bit into it. I worried slightly, but she didn’t tell me to stop, so I kept fucking.
Even though her shirt was on, it was still sexy seeing her breasts move up and down to the beat of my fuck. I finally felt pressure build up in the tip of my dick, and knew I was going to cum. I started going a lot harder and a lot faster for the next fifteen seconds and I could see her eyes tense and she bit harder, but I could tell she was enjoying it by the obvious urge on her face. I came inside her ass, and I stopped about fifteen seconds later.
She then pulled the two sided dildo from her towel and finished herself off, and I just enjoyed watching for a change. She came for the second time in, ten minutes apart from each time, and then pulled her panties and tiny spandex shorts on.


I also put my clothes on, and waited, as Brooke left the room, saying that she’d knock three times softly when it was safe. I sat on the toilet, recalling that in just a day’s time, I had had sex with two different girls, numerous times. As I thought about it, I heard a soft triple knock on the door.
Brooke and Kelly were motioning for me to run out the back door, which fortunately, was very close to the bathroom. I ran out, quietly opened, the door, shut it, and they told me to hide under the deck. I waited for about five minutes, and then I heard Kelly’s voice calling my name.
“Brian lets go!” she whispered urgently.
I crawled out from behind the deck and ran with them.
We ran all the way down her street, and came onto the boulevard, where there was a bus stop. We sat on the bench, and for the first time since the incident in the closet with Brooke, I felt extremely awkward, not having a chance before to talk after having sex with both of them.
It was silent for the first thirty seconds or so, as we all caught out breaths. Then Kelly broke the ice, and said, “That was fun last night. How’s your ass?”
I realized that it was in pain, as before I was too busy thinking about them. “It defiantly hurts.” I replied, grinning a little.
“Well don’t think it’s over yet, we got all weekend. Kelly’s sleeping at my house tonight.” Brooke said, talking for the first time.
I was secretly extremely happy about what she said, but my reply was a lot less enthusiastic. “What about my parent’s? They thought I was at Ryan’s house last night, how am I going to persuade them to let me stay at his house again?”
“Oh, I can think of an easy reason. Don’t you know what day it is today?”
“The eighteenth I think…..Oh shit it’s my birthday on Sunday”
“That’s right, and we already told your parents that we were throwing a surprise party for you.